Coast Steering.
As I follow our instructors down the volcanic banks to the rocky beach, I can hear the birds singing in the bush. As we climb around the sharp jagged rocks, we come to a spot to jump into the ocean. I plunge into the cold waters and I taste the extreme salt of the water. I can see hundreds of mussels and barnacles everywhere I look. As I go through the washing machine I latch onto a bit of seaweed, someone grabs onto me, I let go, “wheeeee!!” As I climb out of the cold salty water, I grab onto the grippy rocks to help to get out. When we start to head back to the cars I notice I’ve got a big cut on my finger.